Sketches of pristine ice sculptures shaped into exco-skeletons of a drop of Exxon/shell oil. Is your central heat worth the polar cub floating/sailing away from his mother into the Arctic? As hard as my heart goes out to that adorable cub, It's cold a fuck in Chicago, and I wouldn't trade my toasty nook for any cub that was dumb-shit enough to wander away from his mother. Call me selfish and materialistic but that's the truth. I doubt many reading would be so inclined to relinquish any commonplace benefit of the burning of fossil fuels. So I’ll sign as many petitions necessary to get those people on the sidewalk to stop talking to me, but don’t you dare take away my central air conditioning.
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